I wake up on Monday the 17th. The blue morning haze has yet to burn off, but the heat is blistering already. I've barely peaked open an eye when I hear a shrill call. "POOONNNZZOOOOO!". It's my mother. Loud, thumping footsteps are right outside my door, and then it flies open. There she is, standing in the opening with a rolling pin in hand, arms crossed over her chest. "Ponzo. I thought I told you to take that damn trash out yesterday." she says, glaring down at me. "Yeah, yeah. I know, mother. I will, I will just give me a second." I sleepily throw an arm over my eyes. It's way to early for this. "No. Ponzo, get up right now. I gave you a second yesterday. Actually, more like 12 hours. And was the trash taken out? No. No it was not. So, I will make you take it out." she says angrily. I don't move. All of a sudden, I feel large fingers pinch my ear and yank me up and out into the hallway. "Jesus, mother! I'm going, I'm going ! Relax..." I say, exasperated. Pulling away from her firm grasp, I stride over to the trash can. I can hear her walking away, muttering about lazy children.
*note, I'm still working on this chapter, but I just want to get something published. It will be finished soon, when I have time. Thanks!
-Lilshart212
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The Master Meme Maker
HumorPicture this: The year is 2035. The United States of America has just gone under a coup-d'eta. The new government, the Krolls, have completely changed the economy. Now, Memes are the currency. Ponzo has just been given the opportunity to be crowned...
